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SONG FOR THE FOURTH OF JULY,

1862.

BY E. R. S.

Hall! all hall the day,
• The bright, glorlons day,
When the banner of Freedom unfurl'd:
It was purch lsed with blood.
And the tall standard stood
A9 a beacon of light for the world.

Chorus:
Freedom — fair Freedom,
Bion of the brave;
Here thy spire rises high,
Lite a tower In the sky,
And thy banner forever shall wave.

Praise onr noble sires,
Who erected Area
On the altars of Justice and peace;
We will cherish the same
Bright and pure holy flaraa,
And Its Incense henceforth will increase,

Chorus:— O Freedom, etc..

There's a sad, sad eonnd
Which "the wires" take ronnd;
And it comes from fair Llberiy's bomt!
Where disunion ha9 spread,
And the fierce warrlor'3 tread
FI119 with sorrow the cottage and dome!

Chorus:— O Freedom, etc.

Here we'll never swerve,

But, as gold, preserve

The Just rights which are matu'lly given;

While protection'3 broad fold

We unflinchingly bold,

As bequeathed by our country and hcav'n.

Chorus:— Freedom, etc

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